My name is memory

Daniel tells me that he's always loved me. That I feel the same. That I always have. Not just in this life, but in my last life, and all my lives before.

But I don't remember him. He says he is always searching for me. Always hoping that one day I will remember. But it is only he that carries the memory of our love.

I know that finding true love is never easy. Perhaps you have fought for it. Perhaps, like Daniel, you have endured the pain of it being unrequited.

But I hope your quest ends happily. I hope you never have to face the heartbreak that inevitably awaits us.

This is our extraordinary, unforgettable story.